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October 11, 2023

Grievesome Onanisn – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Short Story

Note: Excerpt below is SFW

Loghain slowed his pace, his shoulders dropping, as he walked back to his room, alone, his heart heavy with sorrow.
        ‘Loghain!’
        Loghain stopped and sighed. ‘What now?’ he demanded monotonously.
        Maric caught up to him. ‘I just want to chat.’
        ‘And I don’t.’ Loghain resumed but Maric held him back by the arm. Loghain sighed gutturally.
        ‘Look, you’ve done a lot around here and I can see you could use some time away. Why don’t you return to Gwaren, I think it’ll do you some good.’
        ‘You trying to get rid of me, man?’
        ‘Loghain,’ Maric chided, ‘I’m trying to help you. I can see you’re…well, we’re all still grieving, but—’
        ‘Are we?’ Loghain turned to face Maric head-on. ‘Are we both still grieving? Because it seems you’ve moved on and I’m the only one who weeps at night for your betrothed because back when you didn’t want her, I loved her more than I could any woman for the rest of my life!’
        Maric blinked back tears. ‘Of course, I still grieve for her,’ he hissed a half-whisper.
        Loghain bowed his head. ‘I’m sorry.’
        Maric hesitated. ‘I just thought you might be happier if you went to Gwaren.’
        ‘Nothing will ever make me happy again, Maric, except serving the man I pledged myself to in trying to forget the women we both loved.’
        The two stood in silence for a while. ‘I’m sorry too,’ Maric said finally. ‘I’ll be happy for you to stay in Denerim if that’s what you want.’
        Loghain nodded and slowly resumed. ‘Good night, Maric.’
        ‘Good night, Loghain.’
        Maric turned and walked the other way.
        Loghain marched into his private chambre. He just needed some quiet. He had once again saved Maric, and what was his friend doing? Urging him to go home. But all Loghain wanted was to be in the place where the woman he truly loved had died.
        He shut the door to his room and leaned his hands on it. He let out a frustrated shout, punching the door. Leaning his head on it, he heaved and let out a loud sob, as tears streamed from his eyes.
        All he wanted was Rowan back, all he wanted was for Rowan to be alive. All he needed was Rowan.
        ‘Oh Rowan,’ he whispered. ‘You’re the only one I ever truly loved.’
        Steadying himself, he walked to the lounge and sat down. He swallowed, closing his eyes, his tears still spilling down his cheeks. He bowed his head. He remembered Rowan’s touch when she caressed him, the taste of her lips; none could satisfy him like she could.
        ‘What a fool I was,’ he growled. ‘What an idiot. I made a mistake. I should never have let you go.’
        He placed a hand to his eyes, weeping. ‘I miss you so much.’
        He placed his other hand on a pillow and squeezed, clenching his jaw, and a wail escaped him. All the anger and hurt, all the anguish of his loss he had suppressed, was now finally being released.
        His body tensed as he heaved, barely able to breathe. He felt like the air from his lungs would never fill again. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He needed to release it, he needed to release it all – now that he was finally allowing himself to feel it.
        And then he felt something else tense, as memories flooded him.

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July 4, 2023

The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction RPG style short story

By binkyproductions

Originally written for my YouTube community tab readers and viewers, the fan-fiction short story taking place in Thedas, the Dragon Age setting called The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas, was created as a mini RPG style interactive story with choices readers could make. Not, based on the story they helped shape, here it is in full.

I also am very happy to have some beautiful artwork that I commissioned Kemvee to make for me of The Otherworlder’s companions: Silverio, Barden, and Halani.

You wake up in Thedas and find yourself obliged to adapt to your new reality. Thankfully, you find a motley crew of companions who pledge their loyalty to you after you discover their ties with the Venatori mage who summoned you to this world. But a darker and more sinister plot exists behind your summoning…

You wake to the sound of rustling leaves and the hoot of an owl. You slowly open your eyes, and realise you are staring up at a starlit sky and the peak of large trees. You are in a forest, which one, you do not know. Neither do you know how you got here, but a gust of wind and the sound of scurrying lets you know you are not alone.

You take a slow inhale of air in attempt to quell your quickening heart. “How long have I been lying here, prey for whoever and whatever might be hunting tonight?” you wonder.

You stand, gathering your bearings, and realise you are standing at a junction of three paths leading off further into the forest. They do not branch off too far, for you can see what lies at the end of each one.

At the end of one path stands a great Eluvian, shimmering with coruscating colours, and humming as though beckoning you to enter it.

The end of another path leads to a great archway through which stairs lead down into the Deep Roads, sombre and eerie, yet enticingly intriguing.

And the last path opens up to a village where the light from a tavern shines brightly against the dim night and an open window carries over the sounds of raucous laughter.

Which path do you take?

You are hyper-aware of the fact that if you do not move from where you are now soon, you will become fodder for any forest predators. Thus, you begin down the path towards the Eluvian. You are also very self-conscious of the fact that you are scantily clad in your everyday pyjamas, and that if you do not find shelter or gear soon, you won’t last very long in Thedas.

At least you assume this is where you are, judging by the Eluvian shimmering before you.

You chance a glance behind your shoulder, already questioning whether or not you have chosen the correct path, but an all too frightening growl coming from the trees beyond urges you to continue.

‘If this is a dream,’ you mutter to yourself, ‘I’m going to explore everything it has to offer me.’

With a hand in front of you to test out the scintillating portal before you, you step through beyond the Eluvian. You immediately scan your surroundings. You are in a long corridor surrounded by elven trees; heavy fog hugs the ground. The path leads forward to an elven archway.

Your eyes fall on an ornate amulet a few feet away from you. Your gamer senses tingle, propelling you towards the amulet. As you pick it up, you notice a purple gem in its centre. The amulet is light in weight, and you instinctively feel as though you know how to use it.

You push down on the gem, it depresses slightly into its golden casing and a surge of purple lightning snakes across the ground. You grin and say to yourself in a low voice, ‘This’ll come in handy.’

Chuckling, you rise and place the amulet around your neck. At least now you have that.

You begin your trek towards the archway but before you can get very far, elven spirits, translucent and purple, emerge from beyond the elven trees and approach you, weapons drawn. They stop but mere inches away from you. You are surrounded.

You…

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April 10, 2023

Solas’s First – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

A young man Solas inadvertently finds himself in the Red Lantern District of Ancient Arlathan.
Curious, he explores, and meets an older elf with whom he shares his first sexual experience.

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Solas bit his lower lip and turned, walking away. It’s not that he wasn’t interested, and he was definitely aroused by what he’d seen so far, it’s just that something was missing. He wanted to feel it in all his essence, not just in his body.
        He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner and leaned against another wall, contemplating his life so far. Most elves his age had already been with many lovers. Solas was the slow one who had waited long past his coming-of-age. Studying the Fade had proved more inviting than anything else. Perhaps he was making excuses for himself, perhaps he just feared what it might mean to experience full intimacy with another and to be so vulnerable to merge body and soul in an act so intimate where one’s emotions are exposed to be wounded.
        ‘The dancers not your cup of tea?’ asked a sultry voice nearby.
        Startled, Solas turned to find a beautiful elven woman leaning against a wall. The red lantern that hung nearby cast a glow upon her face, illuminating her low-hanging collar that exposed much of her breasts. She bore the vallaslin of Elgar’nan. She looked older than Solas, experienced by the way she held herself, and Solas wondered how long she’d been watching him.
        ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘No. I’m not one for tea.’
        The elven woman smiled, and a gentle giggle escaped her lips; it was lovely. ‘Noted.’ She sized him up and down and pushed away from the wall.
        ‘I’m sorry!’ Solas held out his hands in front of him. ‘I probably don’t have enough coin for a woman of your beauty.’
        The woman paused, mouth agape, then laughed. ‘Oh, no, I don’t work here.’
        Embarrassed, Solas felt his face redden with heat. ‘I am so sorry.’ He cursed himself for apologising so many times for so many reasons all because he was acting stupid.
        ‘I can’t blame you,’ she said. ‘I am dressed for it. I came here looking for…probably what you came looking for.’
        ‘Which is?’
        ‘Connection.’ She looked at the ground. ‘My husband died and I sought to replace something that was missing.’
        ‘My condolences,’ Solas said softly. Something compelled him to inquire further. ‘May I ask what killed him?’
        The woman’s face contorted with anger. ‘The rivalries between our factions. He was called upon by Elgar’nan to defend his honour against Sylaise’s elves who were staining his name and claiming he was aiding Andruil’s schemes.’
        Solas balled his hands into fists. ‘They will destroy their people if they keep at it,’ he growled. ‘They squander everyone’s lives as though they didn’t matter.’ He hesitated. He took several steps towards her and lowered his voice. ‘That is why several of us have begun…a group. We wish to be free of their rule.’
        ‘Good luck with that. The people follow the Evanuris. They won’t easily renege on their oaths.’
        ‘Perhaps they would for another Evanuris, even if he is young and…inexperienced.’
        The woman eyed him carefully. ‘It is a nice dream to have, but what Evanuris will lead our people to freedom?’
        ‘Me!’
        Solas locked gazes with her. Her lips quirked into a small smirk.
        ‘You must be the young rebel Solas who keeps getting into mischief that I keep hearing about.’
        Solas chuckled. ‘Mischief depends on the point of view from which you look at it.’
        The woman extended her hand; Solas shook it. ‘I’m Alas’eth.’
        Her skin was soft, her fingers dainty, and before he knew what he was doing, Solas was rubbing his thumb on her knuckles gently. A small flush touched Alas’eth’s cheeks.
        Becoming aware of his actions, Solas pulled his hand away.
        Alas’eth sighed. ‘You have a nice dream but I fear we are all bound to our leaders, whether we like it or not.’
        ‘And if I told you I had found a way to free you?’ began Solas. He turned and started away from her, his head held high in confidence. He paused and looked back, only turning his head. ‘Follow me, I shall show you.’
        Alas’eth suppressed a smile and hurried to catch up to Solas, matching his pace once he resumed.
        ‘So what’s the story with your face then, Solas?’ Alas’eth asked. ‘Did you refuse the ritual?’
        Solas grinned and turned his head to look at her, stopping. ‘I removed my Vallaslin.’
        Alas’eth blinked at him. ‘Removed it? How?’
        ‘With my magic.’ Solas resumed and Alas’eth followed him.
        They came to an intersection of buildings. Solas hesitated; if they went the way he’d come, they would pass by all those elves indulging in acts of elation. Instead, Solas turned and walked towards a hedge maze, Alas’eth always behind him.
        Solas was confident they would have some privacy to speak here. It was removed enough from the Red Lantern District and the stillness of the night made it calm and peaceful.
        They walked the maze a bit before coming upon a backless bench. Solas sat down and invited Alas’eth to sit beside him.
        As Solas explained in his usual manner, Alas’eth’s eyes never left his, captivated by every word he uttered.

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In Afterlife, Elation – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Julien and Nicolas both realise the other knows what has happened
before they make good use of that tree stump in the front garden of their cabin.

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In Peace, Vigilance;
In War, Victory;
In Death, Sacrifice;
In Afterlife, Elation.

Julien watched Maric, Kell and Duncan walk down the bend, something tugging at his heart. He had resumed chopping wood while Nicolas was speaking with them. Now he cast his axe aside, letting it drop onto the grass, and he hurried after them.
        ‘Wait,’ he called out.
        The three wardens turned to face him.
        ‘Look,’ Maric began, ‘we didn’t come to cause any trouble.’ Julien waved a hand dismissively at him.
        Julien looked at Duncan and smiled. ‘I have no regrets.’
        Duncan just stared at him before his eyes widened.
        ‘Wait,’ Kell breathed.
        ‘You’re not a demon?’ asked Duncan.
        Julien let out a one-breathed laugh and placed his hand on the younger warden’s shoulder. ‘Duncan, I’m glad I saved you. You may be foolish, stupid at times, but your life was worth saving. And no, I’m not a demon.’
        ‘Then how are you here when the rest of us were in a dream?’ asked Maric, eyeing Julien with suspicion.
        ‘I created this place when I died, willing to wait for Nicolas,’ Julien explained. ‘Whatever brought you into the Fade used this place to send Nicolas here. If it was a demon, then it did us both a favour.’
        ‘Why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ asked Kell.
        ‘Because I didn’t want to hold Nicolas back if he needed to return with you,’ replied Julien. He smiled fondly. ‘He stayed.’
        ‘He stayed for you,’ said Duncan.
        Julien hugged the young man. ‘Promise me to live your best life as a warden, all right?’
        ‘I won’t let your sacrifice be for nothing, I promise you that.’
        Julien pulled away; Duncan’s eyes brimmed with tears. Julien turned to Kell and embraced his friend. Then, he clasped hands with King Maric.
        ‘Find Geneviève. Find Fiona. Complete our mission.’ Julien bowed politely.
        ‘We will,’ Maric assured.
        ‘Live well, uh, I mean, in the Fade, well,’ Duncan bumbled.
        Julien chuckled before nodding. ‘Thank you, I will.’
        The three other men backed away before turning and leaving.
        Julien hurried back up the bend, smiling the whole way. Nicolas stepped out of the cabin, scowling. Julien pointed a thumb behind him. ‘I went to see them off.’
        Julien saw Nicolas swallow and a sob escaped him. ‘Oh, Julien.’
        ‘What’s the matter, Nicolas?’ Julien stepped closer to his lover.
        Nicolas took Julien’s hands in his. He hesitated. ‘I…I know this may shock you, but…we’re dead.’
        Julien smiled tenderly. ‘I know.’
        Nicolas blinked a few times. ‘You know?’
        Julien nodded carefully. ‘I thought…I wasn’t sure if you knew or not, but…I didn’t want you throwing what was left of your life away just because I was dead. And when I saw the others I for sure knew you were not yet dead. I…I thought if I pretended not to know them, then you might return with them.’
        ‘I have no life without you, Julien. I forfeit my life to be with you now, I just couldn’t.’
        Julien’s heart swelled. ‘Oh, mon amour,’ he breathed. ‘You know, I was so scared you’d die when you were injured, and I told myself, better me than you, let it be me because I didn’t want to lose you.’
        Nicolas stared at Julien intensely for a few moments before speaking, his voice gruff with grief. ‘I died inside the moment you died.’ His brows furrowed in sorrow. ‘You were dead before I even had you in my arms and I tried to make Fiona bring you back.’
        Julien placed a hand on Nicolas’s face. ‘It’s okay, mon amour. I didn’t want to be selfish.’ He smiled tenderly. ‘I’m glad you stayed. I would have waited, but I’m glad you chose to stay.’